The fly was trapped
Held by those silver threads...

The night bathes the forest in red
And the leaves gnaw at tired old bones...

The truth here tastes of iron
Death rolls from its tongues...

I started my destruction
So early and so well...

I'm scared of my reflection
And the person I've become...

My youth worn down by choices
That grasp me 'round the throat...

I'm lost in my umbrella
But my jacket's nearly soaked...

The spider wove a world together
Spun in tales of old...

If I'm only alive for a little while
I'd like to make a difference...

The withered flames
caress the wood...

Winter's fingers shine with blood
The droplets frozen hard...

I'm destruction and anguish
A thing to be feared...